Zhao Yan walked all the way to the study, gently pushed open the door, and poked his head to look inside. Sure enough, I saw Yuan'er's beautiful shadow, and she was looking at something with her back to him.

"Yuan'er." Zhao Yan shouted at her and walked into the study with his feet raised.

"Ahh Yuan'er was taken aback, turned around in a panic, didn't know what was hiding with her hands behind her back, and saw that it was Zhao Yan, lowered her head and said, "Childe ......"

Zhao Yan was stunned and asked in confusion: "Yuan'er, what are you hiding behind you?" ”

"I didn't ...... Didn't ......" Yuan'er hurriedly shook her head and said, under Zhao Yan's calm gaze, Yuan'er lowered her head and took out the things hidden behind.

It was a book, Zhao Yan took the book and looked at it, it was a "Book of Songs", Yuan'er lowered her head and didn't dare to speak, Zhao Yan looked at her and asked, "Read the book?" ”

"Please punish Childe." Yuan'er bit her lip slightly.

"You stupid girl, I'll punish you for reading the book." Zhao Yan said in wonder, Yuan'er squeaked and said: "Madame said that a woman is virtuous if she is not talented, so I don't want to see it." ”

"." Zhao Yan retorted directly, "It's nothing to read some books, how can there be so many rules and regulations, if you want to read books in the future, you can read them directly, and you don't have to shy away from anything." ”

"Really?" Yuan'er asked in surprise, she thought she would be punished, but she didn't expect Childe to agree to her reading, and she couldn't help but be surprised.

"Hmm!" Zhao Yan nodded seriously and said with a smile: "Yuan'er read more books, and she can help me write notes in the future, I'm too late to be happy!" ”

"Thank you, Childe." Yuan'er was overjoyed, with a bright smile on her face, like a spring breeze blowing, Zhao Yan took out the dresser box behind him, pinched Yuan'er's pretty face, and said with a smile: "This is for you." ”

"Huh?" Yuan'er took the dressing box, opened it, and immediately shook her head and said, "Childe, this box is too valuable, Yuan'er doesn't want it." ”

"Keep it." Zhao Yan stuffed it back undoubtedly, and then said: "I spent several days making this box, if you don't accept it, what am I keeping it for?" ”

"To Madame." Yuan'er said.

"I sent it to her, mother's dear, this is specially made for you." Zhao Yan grabbed Yuan'er's slender hand and pressed the dressing box in her hand, which could not be refused.

"Gongzi Xie." Yuan'er's eyes were slightly red, and she put the dresser away. Yuan'er feels that Childe has changed a lot, the former Childe Oak was a nerd, because she was studying in the house, she didn't have contact for a long time, and now it seems to have changed...... It seems to be more lively.

Zhao Yan nodded, smiled and asked, "Yuan'er, you know how to write, can you write?" ”

"I can write." Yuan'er replied that her father taught her to read and write when she was a child, and after coming to Zhao's house, although Zhang did not agree with her reading and writing, she still often secretly read and practiced calligraphy, but she did not pull it down.

"Write to me." Zhao Yan is very interested, if there is a secretary by his side, it will be convenient in the future. Hurriedly spread out the rice paper, Yuan'er nodded, and began to grind the ink.

Yuan'er dipped the brush in ink, and under Zhao Yan's gaze, she wrote on the rice paper. Her silent writing is the Analects, and her handwriting is neat and beautiful, and Zhao Yan is sweating when he sees it, and he thinks that he can't write such brush characters.

After writing a piece of paper, Yuan'er looked at Zhao Yan, Zhao Yan exclaimed: "It's very good, I forgot to write now, and having Yuan'er by my side in the future may help me a lot." ”

"Childe shouldn't have forgotten those words, right?" Yuan'er asked.

"I know the words." Zhao Yan touched his chin and said, Yuan'er changed the rice paper to a piece, and said to Zhao Yan: "Since the son can recognize words, it is better to try to write, writing is practice makes perfect, although I have forgotten it, but as long as I write a few more times, I can get back to my previous appearance." ”

"This ...... All right! Zhao Yan couldn't refuse, so he picked up a brush and tried to write his name on the paper.

Not to mention, as soon as I took the brush, I suddenly had a familiar feeling that rushed to my heart, and subconsciously put down the pen, and the word 'Zhao Yan' appeared on the paper, although the handwriting was not good, but it was also neat.

Zhao Yan was immediately overjoyed and understood the key, although it was impossible for him to obtain the memory of the original owner by possessing this body, he inherited the ** memory.

Suddenly, his heart was settled, and following that feeling, the brush continued to outline words on the paper, silently writing his favorite "Men's Walk".

In the yellow land, many heroes, with one enemy and hundreds of people are not afraid.

People are not cowardly, Qiu Bixue, look at my Chinese man's blood.

The blood of a boy is self-heroic, and his pride runs through his chest and heart like iron.

Carrying a golden knife in his hand, wearing a white jade jue, he is hungry for a beautiful chieftain and thirsty for Rakshasa blood.

Children's love, and throw it away, Hanhai Zhi, only this decision.

The man travels thousands of miles with his sword, and he cuts Hu Qi all the way for thousands of miles.

Flying war songs on the shores of the Aegean Sea, songs and songs are my congratulations to China.

Steel knives are danced in the city of Tokyo, and the swords are stained with the blood of Japanese slaves.

Liban Chaozhi, keep the Su Wu Festival, sing Wu Mu words, and do easy water farewell.

The fallen leaves are Xiao Xiao, the blood of the strong man is hot, the cold wind is like a knife, and the sad song is cut.

And the horse crossed the Tianshan Mountains as fast as possible, and swept the library page with a longbow.

The iron ship went straight down to Sydney Bay and broke through the night of the North Sea with one shot.

The West Yi luck has been extinct, and the Han is like Zhongtian.

Fight for 100,000 heroes, vow to paint the world with Chinese colors, and when the time comes, drink Luoyang wine and get drunk with the bright moon.

Men should be violent. Things and benevolence do not stand.

Men should kill people, and kill mercilessly.

Immortal karma, killing people......

Writing this, Zhao Yan suddenly stopped, smiled bitterly and crumpled the rice paper into a ball and threw it aside.

"Childe, this poem is very imposing, why ......" Yuan'er looked at the side with beautiful eyes, but suddenly Zhao Yan stopped writing and asked in confusion.

"Do things in a high-profile manner and be a low-key person, if I write poems and lyrics here all day long, wouldn't I become a man who sits and paints tigers." Zhao Yan shook his head and said, his heart was full of thoughts.

Men do, men do.

When you come to this era, can you be a real man?

The catastrophe of the Han nation is imminent......

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